Sunlight filters through leaves in tickling my girlfriend. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “tickling my girlfriend” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “tickling my girlfriend, deeper tickling my girlfriend” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “tickling my girlfriend” worship.